Black Steppes Adventurer's GuideHow to survive in orcish wilderness, written by The Brave Mathias.
An eleven page adventurer's guide filled with full colour illustrations and a town map. Written completely in character, while its author stumbles through comedic misadventures.
Journey to a newly established settlement in a harsh land. Meet humans, dwarves... [click here for more]
Jump into a land of weird, wonderful, and morally grey adventures with this compilation of 100 fantasy seeds. Designed to be system agnostic, each seed is a paragraph (or three) to give Game Masters inspiration for an adventure—many of which have plot hooks that could be turned into ongoing campaigns, if desired.
Some of these seeds almost reach one-page adventure level, in the detail and backstory... [click here for more]
Bone Collector’s Lair
Tucked away within this partially-eroded mountain lies a weather-beaten altar, piled high with bones. An icy stream surrounds it, encircled by pillars. Beyond waits an ancient stone gate, runes carved into its surface.
Tunnels—many of them filled with water—break away from the main cavern, leading deeper into the mountain.
To enter this shadowy place, you... [click here for more]
Ruins of Darkwater Village
Flowers and waterlilies bloom in grimy water along the broken boardwalks and muddy bone encrusted mounds of earth.
The scent of damp earth wafts on the breeze, mingling with that of the rotting timber. Damaged barrels of fish oil are piled high alongside crates of dried, salt-packed fillets which have been mostly raided. Derelict buildings crumble, tiles falling... [click here for more]
Harkuko’s Lake Shrine
Blossoming pink cherry blossoms fill the air with their sweet scent. They decorate the rocky hillside, covering the paths and ferns below with petals.
There is a lake filled with waterlilies and fish. Oriental bridges reach across it, leading to a small circular temple with a tiled roof.
Stones decorate the rough shoreline and the sound of running water ripples... [click here for more]
Ruins of Ironbrig Prison
Icy waves crash against steep stone cliffs that are slick to the touch. The waters swirling around their base are shallow, barely covering jagged rocks—here lies the ruins of the old prison.
Strong, cold winds whip around the crumbling jail’s walls and houses, whistling through broken doors and hanging iron cages filled with pecked-clean bones.... [click here for more]
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